by B. B. Hamel
“Okay,” he says finally. “I’ll do it. But nothing more, okay?”
“Deal,” I say.
Josh gets up and we shake hands. He nods as he heads out of my office, already mumbling to himself, trying to figure out the problem.
I feel pretty good about how that went. I didn’t expect him just to agree to help me outright, but he did seem more willing than I thought. And the fact that he knows so much about the situation with Karl is pretty telling. Plus, anything done on company networks is technically company property, and so I have a right by law to view it all. Still, it’s a little uncomfortable for IT to pass along emails, I understand that.
I lean back in my chair and sigh. I hate resorting to this sort of fucking shit. I don’t like spying or being tricky if I can avoid it. I’d rather confront Karl out in the open, but that’s not how he operates. I have to meet him fire for fire and hope I can best him in whatever game he’s playing.
I open my bottom desk drawer and pull out a box. Last night I had a little present for Sofia rush delivered to my office as soon as the store opened. It’s all wrapped up already in very simple paper so as not to look too much like a present, as per my instructions. I suspect she’s going to enjoy it, but I have to be careful.
I don’t know how she’ll react to this, either. I know she accepted my proposal, but I don’t know if she fully understands what she’s getting herself into. I want to push her, test her boundaries, really take her further than she’s ever been before. I should probably be concentrating on my work issues, but this Sofia thing is far more interesting. Frankly, if I could just hide away and ignore everything else, concentrating all my energies on her, I would. I’d do it in a heartbeat.
And I bet she’d enjoy it. For now though, I’m stuck with juggling two things at once.
“Minnie?” I ask, buzzing her desk.
“Yes?”
“Can you deliver a little package for me?”
“Sure.” She comes in a second later, bold eye shadow, gaudy earrings. I’m a big fan of Minnie. She’s been with me since the early days, before we got big funding, and I’ve been paying her great ever since. She’s as loyal as they come, probably because she makes more than most middle managers do.
“What is it?” she asks as I hand over the package.
“Something for Sofia Wolf. She’s in Karl’s department.”
A little smile crosses her face. “Is this…?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Clay mentioned something about her. Said you seemed to recognize her.”
I glance away. “It’s none of his business.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s not. But you know him.”
“And I know you.” I look back at her. “Just deliver it, okay?”
“Okay, boss,” she says. She gives me a little knowing smile and heads out without another word.
I probably shouldn’t involve Minnie in this, but I know I can trust her. Of everyone in this building, Minnie is probably my closest friend, aside from Clay, of course. I doubt she would care if she knew about Sofia and I, but it’s better not to even put her in the position.
I lean back at my desk and take a deep breath. I feel so excited I can barely think as I log into our instant messaging platform and add Sofia to my list. I can’t wait to start my little game, and although she doesn’t know what’s coming, I know she’s going to like it.
10
Sofia
Another Monday rolls around, and I’m still swamped. Karl doesn’t mention anything about the job I rushed out the door on Friday, which is fine by me. I’m not really thinking about him, anyway.
The only thing on my mind all weekend had been Jacob. That moment in his bedroom was one of the most intense moments of my life. I don’t know what I expected to happen, but I knew it would be sexual. I figured he wanted to sleep with me, and of course I wanted that, too. But I should have guessed it wouldn’t be so simple.
He spanked me, but we didn’t exactly do anything physical. We didn’t kiss or really touch, aside from his hand on my ass. Still, it was so intense and erotic, I can barely control myself when I think about it.
Although I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed. I expected something else from him, but the weekend came and went and I haven’t heard a thing from him.
As I slog through my work, I’m starting to think he forgot about me. I glance at the time and it’s only nine in the morning. I’ve only been here for a half hour, though it feels like it’s been forever already.
I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what he’s doing. So far, his protection isn’t helping me all that much. I still have a mountain of stuff in my queue.
Although Karl hasn’t spoken to me yet today, which is a plus. I haven’t gotten any angry emails or instant messages from him, and the work I have is just the same work that I had already, nothing new. So maybe Jacob is doing something behind the scenes.
Hard to say. I’m antsy and I know why. I want to see him again, want to feel him again. I want to see what else he has in store for me.
As I lean back in my chair, I notice a woman getting off the elevator. Heavy eye shadow, mid-fifties, gaudy earrings, jangly bracelets, flowing skirt. She walks through the cubes and I realize that she’s heading right toward me.
“Sofia?” she asks, stopping just outside my cube.
“That’s me.” I stand up and shake her hand.
“Minnie, Jacob’s secretary. He wanted me to deliver this to you.” She holds out a box, wrapped and plain. I take it from her and she smiles at me and winks.
I don’t know what it is. “Thanks,” I say to her.
“Of course. Have a good day.” She walks quickly away.
I glance around but nobody is paying any attention. I sit down quickly, glad that Minnie was speaking quietly. I don’t want everyone to know that I have some kind of relationship with Jacob, even if they don’t know the extent of it. That’s how office rumors get started.
I tear open the paper and place the box on my lap. It’s black and simple with a gold logo in the middle, but I don’t recognize it. I slowly open the lid and push back the white tissue paper.
I slam the lid back down, heart rate spiking suddenly. I look around, making sure nobody was standing behind me. I slowly open the lid again and yes, sure enough, there’s a small vibrator nestled in the middle.
I shut it again, heart beating fast. There’s no way Minnie knew what she was bringing to me, but I can’t believe Jacob would have her do that. Hell, I can’t believe he would send me something like this at work.
Then again, I only recognize it from seeing one online. It’s a small model, the kind you slip inside a pair of custom panties and leave there, pressed against your body. Sure enough, the panties are there, folded neatly under the vibrator itself. It’s wireless and you can control it from a remote or maybe even from an app, depending on the model.
Okay, maybe I did a little research. In my defense, I had a dry spell for a while there after college and I needed a little distraction. I didn’t end up getting one. Well, not this kind at least.
I bite my lip and shove the box into the bottom drawer of my desk. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with this. If anyone finds it on me, I’m totally screwed. Maybe Jacob’s just messing with me.
As I turn back to my computer, I notice a new IM flashing on my screen. I click it and realize that it’s from Jacob. I hit accept, adding him to my instant message list.
“Did you like my surprise?”
I quickly type back. “I’m not sure that was the best thing to send me,” I say.
“Oh no, it’s perfect. It’s part of your training.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Training?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes,” I type back, leaving off the most important word. Daddy.
“I want you to put it on.”
I stare at his message, not sure what he means. “When?” I type back.
; “Right now. Go put it on.”
I lean back in my chair, eyes wide. I bite my lip, not sure what to do. He must have gone insane if he thinks it’s a good idea for me to put a wireless vibrator up inside myself right now. We’re at work. This is the most inappropriate place imaginable for this kind of thing.
“Do it,” he types again.
I sigh and shake my head. I told him I’d obey him no matter what. He must know what he’s doing if he’s asking this of me.
“Okay,” I type back. “I’ll be back.”
I grab the box again and quickly take out the vibrator. I slip it into my bag before heading to the bathroom.
Fortunately, it’s empty in there. I get into a stall, shut the door, lock it, and put down a toilet seat cover. I drop my skirt and panties, sit down on the toilet, and take out the vibrator.
I stare at it for a second, heart thumping. This is stupid, so stupid, what if I get caught, what if this ruins me forever?
But he told me to do it… and I want it. I want to do it. I want to wear it for him.
I won’t get caught. Nobody will know it’s there, not if I can control myself.
With a sharp breath, I slip the vibrator into its custom panties and slide the panties on. I adjust it, making sure it’s pressed tight and it’s secure before pulling my skirt back on.
It’s surprisingly slim and comfortable as I flush the toilet and leave the stall. I can feel it down between my legs, pressed against my pussy, but it’s no worse than wearing a pad. I move around a little bit, smiling like an idiot. I can’t help myself. It’s secure in there and I know it’s not going anywhere.
I quickly leave the bathroom and head back to my desk. I sit down and pull up Jacob’s IM.
“Done,” I type back to him.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“I’m very sure,” I say back.
“Good.”
And then it turns on. It surprises the hell out of me and I yelp a little bit before quickly stifling myself. I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep from letting out a stupid moan.
And it turns off just as Darlene appears at the end of my cube. “You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say. “Uh, I just rolled over my toe.”
She grins at me. “With your chair?”
I nod, clearly flushed. “I’m clumsy.”
“Obviously. Be careful, these chairs are pretty dangerous.”
I laugh stupidly as she smiles and heads back to her desk. I whirl on the computer and type furiously.
“You asshole,” I say. “Warn me next time.”
“No,” he answers. “I’ll do that when I please. Make sure you’re always wearing it.”
“You can’t just turn it on at random. I’m at work!”
“I know you are,” he says, and I can practically see his grin. “And I can do whatever I want.”
With that, it turns on again. I grab the arms of my chair as pleasure floods through me. The vibrator is shockingly smooth and quiet. He must have gotten the top-of-the-line model, because of this were my vibrator, it would be buzzing like mad and everyone would hear it.
Instead, I’m left feeling the intense pleasure of it flooding my body while desperately trying to keep myself under control. I take a deep breath and finally it turns off as I release it.
I’m dripping wet and dizzy with pleasure and I hate him so much right now, but god damn do I love it. This is so dirty, so forbidden, and it’s our little secret.
“Jerk,” I type back to him.
“Have a good day.” With that, he signs off.
I sit there, staring at my screen, a rush of conflicting emotions threatening to tear me apart.
On the one hand, I’m scared as hell that I’ll get caught. I’m terrified he’ll turn it on at the wrong moment, when I’m in the middle of a conversation with Karl or something like that, and I’ll be unable to control myself. Or I’ll make some kind of noise, or it’ll make a noise and give me away, or it’ll fall out at the wrong moment and embarrass me.
But mostly I love it. I love the excitement of it, how at any moment he can make me feel good at the press of a button. He has total control over me and there’s nothing I can do but submit to his whims and hope that he takes care of me.
Because god, I want him to take care of me. I want him to take care of me so badly. I don’t even care if he gets me off right here at my desk. I want it badly, need it so badly I can barely breathe.
I’m on the edge of my seat, ringing with desire, and it’s all because of him. He’s my Daddy, and I have to submit to him, or else.
11
Sofia
I’m on edge the rest of the day, waiting for him to turn the vibrator on, but he never does.
Part of me is relieved, but mostly I’m disappointed. I expected him to torture me all day long, but as the hours slowly slipped past, nothing happened. I expected it, over and over again, but nothing. Not even a buzz or a message from him. I mean, maybe he’s busy, but still.
I leave the office at the usual time. Karl doesn’t bother me fortunately, and actually he didn’t come to my desk once today. Last week he was berating me on a daily basis, but not apparently he’s giving me some space to actually get stuff done, which is a nice change of pace.
Maybe Jacob’s protection is actually working. So while he didn’t tease me with the vibrator, at least he kept Karl off my back. I can appreciate that much.
Still, I wanted it… I wanted to feel it. I wanted him to mess with me, press my buttons, make me have to squeeze my legs tight and keep my mouth shut. All day I’ve been living in a haze of anticipation and yet nothing happened, nothing at all.
I leave the office and head down the block. I take the subway to and from my apartment, so I head down the steps and underground, keeping with the flow of other people. I like this rush of bodies at the end of the day, a moving sea of people, each of them leading individual lives and with individual feelings, but now all crushed into this place, trying to get home. I probably don’t need to take the subway, but I like it. I like imagining what everyone does, both for fun and for work. I like being a part of that mass of people.
As I’m standing on the platform, I feel my phone buzz. I pull it from my bag and stare at a text from a number I don’t recognize.
“Going home?”
I hesitate before typing back. “Who’s this?”
“You know who it is.”
As I start to type back, I suddenly feel the vibrator turn on. It hits me like a jolt, surprising the hell out of me. It only turns on for a couple of seconds, and I manage to keep my composure.
“Still not sure who this is?”
“How did you get my number, Jacob?” I’m typing fast, blushing like crazy.
“I have my ways. I’m sorry I haven’t been more attentive today.”
“It’s okay. I’m a little relieved.”
“Why?” he asks. “Didn’t you want me to play with you?”
“Yes…” I type back. “But it would have been hard to concentrate.”
“That is the point.” The vibrator turns on for a second again. “Are you on your way home?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m in public now, you know.”
“Good. Do you think you can control yourself?”
I bite my lip, heart beating fast. I know what’s about to happen, and I have to make a choice. I can go with his game and be a good girl, or I can run upstairs, find the bathroom, and take the vibrator out before he can push me too far.
I take a deep breath. “I don’t think you could push me too far even if you tried.”
I hit send on that message and wait, anxious and excited.
Nothing happens. I stand there on the platform, lost in my own little world, surrounded by people, waiting for my Daddy to get me off. But nothing happens. Several minutes slip by and it’s silence from him.
As the local train starts to pull up and I get ready to board, I figure he forgot about me again. I’m a
little annoyed and frustrated as the train pulls up to a stop and I get into line with everyone else, a mass of people trying to crush into this single car. Fortunately I’m toward the front, so I know I’ll get a seat.
As the doors open, the vibrator suddenly turns on. I nearly jump from surprise as pleasure washes over me. I bite my lower lip.
“Come on,” someone says behind me, and I realize that people are starting to board. I quickly move forward, trying to keep steady as the vibrator continues, pulsing in a heartbeat pattern.
I manage to get on the train and I quickly make a beeline for the back. I get a seat in a corner and slide in against the window, trying to hide my face from the rest of the car.
The vibrator stops and I’m breathing deeply, trying to get myself under control. I get my phone out and type a message to Jacob.
“Asshole,” I say. “The train was boarding.”
“That was the plan,” he types back. “Did it feel good? Having me massage your pussy from a distance?”
“Maybe,” I say. “Someone yelled at me when I didn’t move.”
“I told you I could distract you if I wanted. Now imagine what I could do with my lips and tongue.”
“Probably not much, considering I’m in public.”
“I don’t know,” he sends back, and the vibrator turns on. This time, the setting is low, a gentle pulsing motion. “I think I could get you off, even with all these people.”
“How?” I type back, heart beating fast.
“I’d put a jacket over your lap and slide my hands down the front of your skirt.” The vibrator increases in intensity. “You’d have to be quiet, of course. We don’t want to get caught.”
“No, we don’t,” I type back.
“I’d press my fingers inside of you, nice and deep. I’d whisper in your ear, tell you how badly I want to fuck you. How dirty you are for letting me finger your tight pussy on the subway.”
The vibrator starts to go faster and pleasure is building inside of me. I’m staring out the window of the train, trying to pretend like nobody else is around, but I’m intensely aware of them: businessmen in suits, one woman with her two kids, some teenagers just a seat ahead, older people with canes and white hair.